Belle, Sebastian and Me

I have a new essay up at the New York Times about following the Glaswegian band Belle and Sebastian down the West Coast of America like the saddest, oldest groupie in the world. No sooner did it publish than people started sharing notes about various B & S shows they’d seen, going over the playlists in trainspotter-ish detail. Nothing could’ve made me happier.

The incredible illustration (me, peeking over the edge of stage) is by Dadu Shin.